I am afraid of getting older. I am afraid of getting married. Spare me from cooking three meals a day-spare me from the relentless cage of routine and rote. I want to be free. (…) I want, I think, to be omniscient… I think I would like to call myself “The girl who wanted to be God.” Yet if I were not in this body, where would I be-perhaps I am destined to be classified and qualified. But, oh, I cry out against it. I am I-I am powerful-but to what extent? I am I.